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My light eyes only see the dark immune to clear blue skies, indifferent to a bright spark, and the bloodshot lines in the white reveal my own confessing script, the things I couldn’t say that I write, I couldn’t walk away so I tripped. You’ve broken me into small parts reflections of which I no longer resemble, I’ve looked for replacements in cars, boats and go carts, but there’s no use to try and reassemble. If you have my mind, my heart and soul, tell me what does that leave over for me? You know I showed you my scars but hid my mole, but I still don’t know exactly what you see. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, the primary colours were made to blend but I’m lacking all creativity. Your blank stare is elusive as the wind, sometimes I question if it’s even there but then I think I catch sight of a grin. And while I’m drowning in your eyes, trying to catch the ocean in a glass, I’ve underestimated the size and forgot the impact of the last. I’ve been plagued with a sickness one that’s lacking any small remedy, poetic justice sees complete bliss always inevitably evolve into tragedy. My eyes are shrivelled, lacking tears something had to overflow the canal, still the boat floats and it steers avoiding reasoning and all rationale. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, and I’m too beat to pretend, that I wouldn’t ’t rather be lost at sea. Life, life has always been too long but it seems forever with you is too short. While I reflect on the choices I made that were  wrong, I’m told it’s now too late to abort. Life, life has always been too long but I only started living when I found you. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, you’re word was broken, it could never bend, but it seems I’m the only one that’s still fighting. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, there’s nothing in this world we can’t mend, but I think it’s time that I stop investing.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
Blue Ruin
My light eyes only see the dark immune to clear blue skies, indifferent to a bright spark, and the bloodshot lines in the white reveal my own confessing script, the things I couldn’t say that I write, I couldn’t walk away so I tripped. You’ve broken me into small parts reflections of which I no longer resemble, I’ve looked for replacements in cars, boats and go carts, but there’s no use to try and reassemble. If you have my mind, my heart and soul, tell me what does that leave over for me? You know I showed you my scars but hid my mole, but I still don’t know exactly what you see. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, the primary colours were made to blend but I’m lacking all creativity. Your blank stare is elusive as the wind, sometimes I question if it’s even there but then I think I catch sight of a grin. And while I’m drowning in your eyes, trying to catch the ocean in a glass, I’ve underestimated the size and forgot the impact of the last. I’ve been plagued with a sickness one that’s lacking any small remedy, poetic justice sees complete bliss always inevitably evolve into tragedy. My eyes are shrivelled, lacking tears something had to overflow the canal, still the boat floats and it steers avoiding reasoning and all rationale. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, and I’m too beat to pretend, that I wouldn’t ’t rather be lost at sea. Life, life has always been too long but it seems forever with you is too short. While I reflect on the choices I made that were  wrong, I’m told it’s now too late to abort. Life, life has always been too long but I only started living when I found you. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, you’re word was broken, it could never bend, but it seems I’m the only one that’s still fighting. Because it starts where it will end and finishes with infinity, there’s nothing in this world we can’t mend, but I think it’s time that I stop investing.
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